Whale Beach Morning (After)

Written by: John Holloway

Sun,
Awakening,
Remembering, sex, sounds, Miles in the Sky,
Jaegermeister, O, bad, when, warm, why?

‘Tis apres ski! o me, o my, not for these hot antipodae.
No more, forever. Now, just, the
Surf
And I.

Thundering,
Thud-thudding,
Slow,
On the beach.

Serendip morning, perfect,
Palm-fronded, dawning, blue and silver, beige sand,
Sizzling, the sound, aroma!
Bacon and banana, coffee, toast,

Scrambled egg, red-hot chili, O ginger, garlic,
Tomatoes! Heal me!
Sometime, later, sorbet, maybe,
What? Champagne? Oh no, please, save me.

Then, leaning, her
Swimsuit, slipping,
Succulent, breast, almost, tipping, rudely, slow,
No. She flips it, back in, coolly…oh?

Beach. Hangover,
Burping, yawning, randy.
Sun, dazzling, the shades, cool, handy,
Oh yes, smile…the…(sleep?)

Razzling has made me lazy,
My poisoned brain, short-circuiting, crazy, I
Sip, hair of dog, ill-considered,
Breakfast, Bloody, Mary.

Surf, thuds, on. And my head,
Points, to the sea,
Swimming, turning, catching it,
Wanting cleaning, cleansing, clearing, body

Surfing? No, slowing, sucked back, rolling,
Sinuses swizzled, I,
Tumbled and twirled, am,
Dumped. By the first, little, shore-break, of the morning.

Then, slowly, recreated,
Finned, crawling and gasping like
The first air-breather, but
Back, on that vibrating beach,

I smile.